The Accountant

32. Casualties

Dominic

This fucking man saved his life. His friend jumped out of nowhere and intercepted the fucking bullet meant for him.

The Cartel leader now had a fucking bullet wound in his ribcage, it went through and through and it was stuck in Dominic's thigh. Still, he was grateful he lived. He couldn't leave his beautiful detka just yet.

Grunting from the irritating pain in his leg, he half crawled towards his friend's bleeding body. They would make sure he'd live.

Antoine Lemonte, sprawled on his back, his face blank and his brains splattered beneath him. He was only a few feet away, and Alec, Dominic's general, smoking gun in hand was looking down at him in disgust.

The tzar could hear sirens and cars screeching in the distance. Fuck! "It's time to go, Alec."

Both of them were injured from the blast and Dominic had a bullet wound embedded in his left leg. He could deal with the pain. He couldn't say the same for the man who saved him. He was barely breathing and his whole upper body was soaked in blood.

They managed to carry Rafael's heavily muscled physique out of the place.

"Burn the building," Alec instructed their men. They immediately emptied cans of kerosene and some went to gather the dead bodies.

Two SUVs were coming their way and it was tantamount to car racing. Whoever the driver was, he had no care for the speed limit.

A few seconds later, the driver was revealed. SHE had no care for the speed limit.

"Oh, God, Dominic!" Beau's eyes were round and she ran to him. "I told you to be fucking careful!" She shouted. Matching his strides walking towards the waiting vehicle.

His father reached them first with his long strides and he helped them carry the dead weight. Dr. Lizzie Hope was already attending to Rafael and checking his vitals.

His detka was muttering hysterically and her face was ashen. Fuck!

Nodding to one of his men to take his place, he let them transport the Cartel Leader to the nearest car.

Free from the burden, he pulled Beau in his arms and hugged her tightly. She sobbed and threw her arms around him. Cursing him in Russian. he loved it. "Let's go home, moya lyubov."

God, he was so grateful he was alive.

He was back where he belonged.

***

"Fucking hold still Dominic or I swear to God..!" No use in agitating his detka even more. With hooded eyes, he watched her tend to him with trembling hands. "I told you not a scratched. Now you go home to me...

He let her sweet voice, throwing expletives at him and sermonising him within an inch of his life, wash over him. It was good to be home.

It was easy to dig the bullet out since it was embedded less than an inch. And most of his wounds from the blast were superficial. Thanked God they were able to jump for cover when Antoine hurled the grenade at them.

Beau was almost done sewing the small incision on his limb. Good. He has plans.

"How's Rafael doing?" In the meantime, he had to distract himself from the enticing sight of his detka kneeling in between his knees. Fuck! He had missed her hot mouth on his cock.

"Lizzie has yet to come out of the operating room. But it looks promising. From an initial CT scan, there were no internal organs damaged, only a nick in his liver. We just have to watch out for infection." She whispered. Her voice was grainy. Dominic frowned.